(To the reader: This continuation of the story is told in the same style as the original installment. It was necessary in order to maintain the story line itself.
PRECAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE: all characters in the following story are above the age of 18.)
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The next morning I'm downstairs... in the big conference room... where the company has provided a spread of coffee and pastries... As I enter I scan the room... but you aren't there... I feel a twinge of regret... But anticipation quickly replaces it... Excitedly I wonder how you will dress today... how you will display your hot little body...
I don't have long to wait...
I'm taking a sip of coffee when you stroll through the doors... I freeze with my cup at my lips... my heart races... my cock twitches... You have chosen a common business outfit... soft white blouse, grey pencil skirt, black stockings and heels... But on you it is anything but common... The garments hug your body... slither over your curves... you are a goddess... an erotic goddess...
A second later you spot me... your sly little smile beams my way... it sparkles with the mischief in your smoldering eyes.
I am flooded... by memories... memories of last night... memories of you... My nerves scream... my breath catches... my cock jumps... I want you... I want you so bad...
But I have to wait...
We are here for business... for training... for our careers... So I tell myself to be patient... to wait...
I find an aisle seat... A couple rows away you claim one also... Then the morning begins... lectures and presentations... For me it is agonizing... I watch you... Watch your legs stretch out from beneath your skirt... stare at them reaching down... I watch them cross... your nylons... re-cross... your heels... and cross again... I watch you shift in your seat... your hot body... your small shoulders... your beautiful hair... Through the opening in the chair-back I can see your sweet little ass... I am becoming aroused... excited.... So excited...
In a room filled with our colleagues... With a corporate trainer lecturing from the stage... my focus is on you... only you... I stare... I watch... I imagine... I remember...
Several times I have to shift in my own seat... the memories and thoughts inside my head cause a reaction... inside my pants.
The minutes drag on... hours crawl by... finally it's time for a break... a chance to stretch our legs... grab a fresh drink... Everyone spreads out... people going this way and that... I loose all sense of where you are momentarily... and I feel a twinge of fear... How have you done this to me?... So easily?... So quickly?...
But then I sense a presence beside me... I glance over... It's you... You are at my side... smiling... that mischievous sparkle in your eyes... I feel your hand... at my jacket pocket...
Something to help you get through these next couple of hours.
Then you walk away... I watch your ass sway as you do...
I'm nervous... like never before... I hurry to the men's room... I fight to keep my hand from diving into my pocket while I'm surrounded... Once in a stall I reach in... my fingers touch lace... soft lace... I pull out a pair of panties... your panties. They're black and sexy... so much sexier because they are here... because you put them in my pocket... you're so naughty... so dirty... Mesmerized I stare at them... and I notice something... at their crotch... a darker shade... I touch it... it's damp... Not wet, but damp... slightly... lifting them I inhale... My cock twitches in my pants... It's you... your sweetness... your essence... so hot... so sweet...
Memories of your shifting legs flood my mind... the delicate stems crossing and re-crossing... you are also aroused... your body shifting through the ache... Again I sniff your panties... your aroma... you...
You're such a tease... Such a hot little tease...
I return to my seat... to suffer through more speakers... I hear them even less than earlier... My mind is not on them... it's not on their words... it's not on their slides... It's on you... on your body... your sex... your wetness... I shift in my seat again... my cock is throbbing... growing stiff within my pants... I reach into my jacket pocket... my fingers fondle your panties... I love your brashness... As I glance your way I catch your eye... you're turned toward me... a sly little grin on your lips...
Lunch break... finally... A cold cut smorgasbord has been set up... our colleagues form neat, organized lines on either side of the table.
Uninterested in the food I look for you... I want contact... To hell with the discomfort... forget the aching pain of my constrained cock... you fuel things in me I have never felt before... you have awakened my deepest lust...
I spot you... you're across the room... by the wall... by a closet door... You see me... your eyes sparkle... your lips in that naughty little grin... You open the closet door... and quickly disappear... My cock leaps inside my pants...You're being naughty... So naughty... And you're inviting me... To join you... I struggle not to rush across the room... force myself to stroll there casually... It's hard... Oh so hard...
I grab the door handle... my heart pounding in my chest... I pull it open... and slip inside... It's a storage closet... walls lined by metal shelves... But they don't matter to me... only what is in the center... Standing... waiting... You... dressed so sexily... your body covered by the business suit... your curves so enticing... Your eyes smoldering... They say all that I need to hear...
We come together... slam our bodies together... our hands grabbing... our fingers scratching... our lips melding... our tongues swirling... all in a frenzy... a frenzy of mutual hunger... and lust... My one hand grabs your waist... pulls your body against mine... The other presses at the back of your head... pushing your lips against mine...Your hands are on my shoulders... lifting you up to meet me... You grind your body against me... into me... We pant... we gasp... Hands grabbing... fingers scratching... grabbing... scratching... panting... gasping...
Oh god... I want you, Baby... I want you inside me...
Our lips lock together again... our mouths hungry... our tongues diving... We force our bodies to part slightly... to allow our hands in between them... Yours drag themselves down off my shoulders... they're heavy against my chest... Your find my shirt buttons... work at them... quickly... your fingers plucking them open... My own hands find your blouse buttons as well... pulling at them... Tucked into your skirt only the bottom is soon held closed... Your tits are displayed... the lacey bra cradling them... I reach inside... my fingers cup your tits... my palms flatten them... I squeeze... fondle... My thumbs slide beneath your bra's material... they tickle your swollen nipples... Your breathing grows heavier... deeper...
I pull away from your lips... drop to the crook of your neck... I kiss your flesh... your scent fills my nose... I kiss... I nibble... your shoulder... kiss... your neck... nibble... your collarbone...
